06 November 2011 @ 12:11 am
 
[For once, the cheerful smile that normally adorns Aster's face is nowhere to be seen. Might be because he was recently killed, by the same person or it might be because he's currently leaning back in a chair, foot pressed against a nearby table with an open notebook covering his face. He is sans lab coat today. It's laying over the table and his sleeves are pushed up to his elbows.

There are a couple mumbles coming through there, but they're indiscernable. This continues until he pushes too hard against the table and falls back with an 'oomph'.
]

I can only imagine what Richter would say if he saw that.

[Just to make sure, he quickly looks around from his position on the ground and sits up to rub the back of his head. As he inspects his arm, he notices a rug burn. He wraps his hand around it.]

About now, he would probably go 'first aid' and-

[Oh. His hand just glowed. The pain from the rug burn is gone and he's feeling a little tired. That's not normal. Aster hesitantly removes his hand to see if it's still there and stares. It's not there. He just stares at it, inspecting the skin as excitement bubbles inside him. ]

[ooc; Aster was killed by Emil and got a spiffy ability to use first aid. Don't be surprised if he flips out in about ten seconds.]
 
 
06 November 2011 @ 12:17 am
[Emil isn't even sure where to begin. His monsters are practically afraid of him, and he... Did he really say those things? Did he really do those things? He must have, because he's pretty sure he died again.

He needs to make sure everyone is okay. Eventually he finds himself in Ammy's forest-- or what's left of it. A weathered oak tree invites him to sit against it; he unbuckles his sword and leaves it a few feet away. He feels so small in comparison, like a lost child seeking shelter in the gnarled arms of an old woman.

Emil draws his knees to his chest and huddles like this for a while. He should find his friends, but it's all he can do not to give up right here.]


[ooc: He's back to normal. ):]
 
 
DI Patricia Menzies
06 November 2011 @ 05:55 pm
[when Menzies appears on the Plane, she looks far calmer than the last time. and not only has she regained her composure, but she is no longer wearing gloves. for those who know her, she looks like her normal self again--right down to seeming a bit exasperated. but that's okay because this time, she's at the bar]

[she sighs, musing to herself] You know, somehow I didn't miss the paperwork. [pouring a pint, she takes a seat] Or the DCI. [she smiles wryly] Still, nice to get back to the usual sort of cases. Robbery, a bloke's wife beat up his girlfriend, one of the Trigillans caused another road accident by shorting a car's electrical system...

And yet, somehow, here I am. [she pauses to take a long drink--but then she turns, realising there's someone else at the bar with her. she sets her glass down] And it looks like I'm not alone. Please tell me this isn't a sign that there's something new and exciting happening around here. Because if it is? I'm going back to the paperwork and the Trigillans.